Wild haiku
I have been participating in the Poetry Battle Friday over on Twitter sponsored by JD Greyson (@JDGreysonwrites). I’ll admit, I always say I’m not a poet at heart, but I’m really enjoying this weekly exercise. I’m going to pass along some of the results from my foraging.
A quick word on haiku – it is originally a Japanese poetic form composed of seventeen syllables. Usually the topic is related to nature. You’ll notice that around here the topic has no boundaries.
Haiku: The lady’s portrait / Still hangs before the mirror / which reflects nothing. 
Haiku: Family shadows kept through the generations, cast long shadows 
Haiku: The mad keep secrets. We hide our faces for shame. We fight in silence. 
Remember kid: Haiku has five beats In the first line and sweven, in the second line. 
Haiku: I am vulnera – Bull, we stand alone just fine. Admit no weakness. 
Haiku: Down, down the black hole, I fall curled about myself, to the dark, the deep. 
Haiku: No mask protects me, I shed them all long ago, for myself to find. 
Haiku: Expectation is, a slow form of tragedy, poised for the future. 
Haiku: I define myself. I am a constellation of recovered parts. 
Haiku: My voices babble and debate within my mind, chaos in solitude. (ok, haiku-ish) 
Haiku: Caught within a dream, a visionary thread folds, in upon itself. 
Haiku: If I change my stripes, to make you content with me, I then lose myself. 
Haiku: When you reject me, what do I learn of loving, But to scorn myself? 
Haiku: I hesitated, at the very edge of life, my fear held me back. 
Haiku: Dark Winter’s cold grasp, is transformed into dewdrops, on Zephyr’s soft wings. 
Haiku: The candle beckons, promising my safe return, from the farthest shores. 
Haiku: The heart protected from the touch of misery also feels no joy. 
Haiku: A crystalline point, becomes the summer raindrop, as it falls through clouds